Well. *sigh* This is the best i can do to explain it.
Today the playful yells of my children turned into the screams of little babies long dead. my husband's laugh became maniacal and his eyes glowed with the blood lust of the many men who have fed on my soul. Time fell away and hurt and hate and anguish washed over me in giant lung crushing waves. i struggled, i did. i clawed and gasped and looked for a way out. But, finally, the silence was too loud. The ghosts too close. The pain too huge. i took up the razor again and ripped holes in my skin so the pain could not choke me.
